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Tell me who it is that

Draws this air from my soul.

Are meaty secrets being

Sucked out like breaths lost?

Ruin taken and hung out on a pole?



Wide water, deep, lost in space.

It seems that life is out of pace.



While dogs howl and cats cry

They never glare for long,

Eye-to-eye.



Give blood space in the ether

Before momentum, too, does die.